...kept them up. His shoes were outside the door, out of cum's way. And he saw how, standing up, his cock was just level with Kisame's.
He felt his cheeks heating up. That meant that if he turned around, he would be in perfect fucking position.
No! he chastised himself. Pleasure Kisame. That's your job.
He turned his attention back to the hand, squeezing harshly. He heard a gasp. He took a breath and ran his thumb over the head, which was swollen and purple. Kisame growled on the other side of the wood. Itachi moved first fast, then slow, twisting his grip now and again for maximum pleasure. Then he got down on his knees.
Kisame's cock was right in front of his face. He felt himself blush as he stuck his tongue out to lick the head lightly. He earned another growl. Itachi grabbed it just underneath the bulging head and tilted it upwards, giving him better access to the sensitive underside. He pressed his tongue against the base of it, his hand shaking. Itachi slowly inched upwards, trying very hard not to let his nervousness show. This wasn't like what every other blowjob had been. This was Kisame. Just knowing that went straight to his libido. He ignored it.
He reached the point where he was right under the head, and curled his tongue to wrap around the wide shaft. This was a trick that had taken him a while to learn, and he knew it caused great pleasure. Kisame growled low in his thr...